I am a master in India

Chapter 225 Decision
The Kama compound, which consists of the office buildings in the northeast corner of Suer Electric Appliances, has been quite unsettled lately.

First, the landlord suddenly changed, and the previous annoying landlord posted a notice on the door.

The tenants in the building glanced at it and then stopped caring. As long as the rent remained the same, they didn't care who the landlord was.

Some people were even secretly gloating, wondering which fool dared to take over the houses here.

If he's dreaming of raising rents, then we don't mind teaching him a lesson; the "Rental Law" is his shield.

Strangely, the new landlord didn't mention raising the rent when he arrived; instead, he posted another notice at the building entrance.

The content is extensive, numbering in the dozens, all containing various requirements made by the tenants.

What is the latest time you must enter the store? How many customers can you bring? Where must the advertising board and air conditioner outdoor unit be installed? You can't speak too loudly.
The onlookers immediately erupted in anger, demanding to confront the landlord.

Coincidentally, Amor was standing behind them with a group of people.

"Who are you?" the tenants demanded upon discovering they were surrounded.

“We are the property management here, and from now on, the Kama compound will be under my management,” Amor smiled.

"Property management?" The tenant was completely confused.

"Did you see the notice on the wall? This is the job of the property management. We are entrusted by the landlord to maintain the living environment of the building."

Well, in other places, property management provides services to residents.

Upon arriving in India, Ron decided to turn against the Heavenly Gang, discovering that the property management and landlord were in cahoots.

Anyway, India doesn't have the concept of property right now, so the interpretation is up to him.

Amor is now the property manager of the Kama compound. There are fifty or sixty of them in total, all wearing identical khaki uniforms, which looks quite intimidating.

“You have no right to do this?” someone from a law firm immediately objected.

"Really? Then go ahead and sue me." Amor said nonchalantly. "Does the Rental Law say that landlords can't make such provisions?"

The lawyer was speechless; of course, the law wouldn't include such trivial matters.

"Listen up! The rules will be enforced starting today, and anyone who doesn't follow them will be punished with a beating."

As soon as Amor finished speaking, the dozens of uniformed men beside him all slammed their tin bamboo sticks down.

Thump! The dull thud startled the tenants, who instinctively took a step back.

This is India, and six blows per second is no joke.

The tenants were disorganized and dared not confront Amor directly. They decided to go back and discuss their plan.

Watching these people leave, Amor smiled contemptuously. Did they really think no one could deal with them?

The Leasing Law regulates rent, but not housing management.

Of course, not all of Amor's demands were reasonable.

But these kinds of things are the hardest to argue about, and the police might not even file a case.

Besides, Ron has taken care of everything that needs to be taken care of, so he's not afraid of these tenants causing trouble.

As a result, the tenants in the Kama compound became extremely uncomfortable under the extremely harsh new regulations.

Many training classes have strict limits on the number of participants and cannot be held too late. If it is past 3 p.m., uniformed property management staff will come up and cause trouble.

Armed with tin cans and bamboo sticks, they menacingly ordered the instructors to stop the class. Upon seeing this, the students immediately fled.

Before long, students began dropping out of the course one after another.

That wasn't all; Amor also allowed a group of special tenants to move into the building.

Those were cow dung cake suppliers from the slums—yes, the kind of cow dung cakes pasted on the walls.

People in slums couldn't afford gas or kerosene, so cow dung cakes became a good fuel.

There are people who specialize in this business; they will cover all available open spaces around their residences with cow dung cakes.

It's easy to imagine what would happen after they moved into the building.

The corridors, balconies, and exterior windows—everywhere the sun could shine—were soon covered with black, sticky cow dung cakes that emitted a fragrant smell.

How can you expect people in law firms and accounting training courses to endure spending their days surrounded by excrement?
They angrily complained to Amor, but it was no use.

Other residents are also residents, what right do you have to kick them out?
What? The other party has occupied public space?
Okay, first take down the water pipes and air conditioner outdoor units that you installed haphazardly before saying that.

Those people looked at each other in bewilderment, and in the end, their complaints were dropped.

They realized that the property management company was trying to force them to leave.

The other party's methods are dirty, yet it's very difficult to prosecute them.

Within a month, law firms and accounting training courses began to move out one after another.

They can't entertain guests in a place like this, and no one would want to hire a lawyer in a place like this—it's disgusting.

What was supposed to be an office building was transformed into a stinking slum by Amor.

According to his prediction, most of the people here will leave on their own initiative in another month.

Just as Amor was preparing to send more troublemakers into the building, Ron called him over.

How many tenants are still living in the Kama compound?

"About 40%, those methods are remarkably effective," Amor said with a smile.

"Too slow," Ron sighed.

"Mr. Sur?" Amor asked, puzzled. This was considered incredibly fast progress in Mumbai. Even the "demolition king" of the municipal council, Kelner, didn't have this kind of efficiency; it would take him at least three to five years to clear out a slum.

In less than a month, they have driven away 60% of the tenants, a remarkable achievement for the property management team.

“We don’t need to do the rest ourselves,” Ron said decisively.

"Mr. Sue, what do you mean?"

“Kamar Compound isn’t just for our own benefit; they should do their part too.” Ron stood up and went to the office window.

Standing here, you can see the slums stretching for miles to the north, interspersed with bustling trading activity.

The population inside has grown from the initial hundreds to thousands, and now to tens of thousands.

It's like a skin disease parasitizing the city, worsening day by day until it's terminally ill.

The men and women living there are free and unrestrained, smiling and enjoying everything the slum has to offer.

Ron whispered a few words to Amor, whose eyes flashed with shock, but he quickly nodded in agreement.

Once the office was empty, Ron opened a drawer and took out a light pink envelope.

His name was written on it, and inside was a photograph of Lady Elizabeth wearing a white evening gown.

This was just delivered; it's different from the one we gave Hela last time.

In the photograph, Lady Elizabeth smiles, a rare sight indeed—a reserved smile, no longer the condescending one.

Ron knew what this meant; Lady Elizabeth was extending a gesture of goodwill, at least on the surface.

She probably wanted to invite Ron to the palace, either for peace talks or to explain what had happened before.

It's too late, Ron just wants her dead now!
Sometimes a lion roars just to remind a horse of fear.

Hadhan's words made a lot of sense, and he decided to stop being a horse.

Ron looked at the photo, then relaxed his hand.

The photograph drifted down, then was lifted up by a sea breeze, swirling into the sky, flying over the Suer Electric Factory, and finally disappearing into the rising smoke from the slums.

In early March, the crowds on the streets of Mumbai were steadily increasing. With Holi festival just around the corner, people were eager to experience the excitement.

Holi, also known as the Festival of Scattering, is one of the most important traditional festivals in India.

This will be a nationwide color extravaganza, with colorful powder raining down like a storm.

On this day, lower castes can freely tease higher castes, and class barriers are temporarily broken down.

Amor was also preparing for Hou Lijie, leaving early and returning late, traversing the vast alleyways of the Sur slum.

His wife was the first to notice something was wrong and was very worried.

"Are you planning to go after Laforda again? Can't such a good job at Suer Electric keep you here?"

"You don't know anything!" Amor waved his hand impatiently. "Do you want to live in the slums for the rest of your life?"

"What do you mean?" His wife was taken aback.

“I’m a Brahmin, I can’t stay here forever. See that?” Amor pointed to the northeast corner. “Buildings! That’s where we should live.”

His original ambition was not great; he only hoped to have a large enough space in front of his house to build a balcony.

But having come this far, he can't stop now.

He had read the recent Mumbai newspapers, and "Sur Park" had almost become a buzzword.

The Chief Minister, newspapers, and television stations are all discussing this plan to "revitalize" Mumbai's industrial parks.

Amor was educated, even studying economics, and he knew what that meant.

When you're in the spotlight, you can't stop. With just a slight lift of your foot, you can soar to great heights.

Amor told himself to seize this opportunity.

This may be his last time working on "La Forda".

On March 6th, Holi, the streets outside have already turned into a vibrant palette of colors.

Magenta, emerald green, bright yellow, and indigo paints collided in the air, intertwining with the screams of the crowd and the intense drumbeats.

Waves of noise swept in, spreading in all directions through the crowds and the streets.

Inside the Suhr slum, women and children were excitedly dressed and ready to go. They held all sorts of paints in their hands, prepared to join the street revelry at any moment.

The men watched all this with smiles, but their eyes were more focused on the figure at the front.

Amor, the organizer of the celebration, glanced at the huge procession, nodded to Anand in the corner, and then waved his thick arm to signal the start of the event!

The crowd began to move, and the sounds of drums, flutes, and trumpets joined in, starting a noisy and wild musical performance.

This is music unique to the slums, harsh and noisy.

Amor led the way, followed closely by the musicians, and the crowd surrounded them as they walked slowly and solemnly out of the slums.

Groups of children jumped and danced wildly, almost hysterically, without any hesitation.

Some of the children struck dance poses from their favorite movies and imitated the way celebrities walked.

Others leap around like acrobats, or dance with abandon, performing their own choreographed, convulsive dance moves.

The team was enormous, numbering in the tens of thousands!
A carnival is about to begin!
(End of this chapter)